"You can not subdue it. It cannot be bound, or changed. Only... exterminated. Complete-ly, and...utter-ly."
"But..w—why can't you do...do it?" It was hard to keep focus on the presence of Death, difficult not to fall into the cold. The Hero shivers, and coughs. He feels as if his lungs are filled with ice.
"Ah...for-ever the cur-ious life forms you are. So small...yet..so eager to know of ev-erything..that is bigger."
"So small...yet you need my help, no?"
"I need no-thing but these wret-ched binds to be discarded. So that I may REAP. Or it shall, and will, deva-state the or-der of reality, and it's cy-cle."
The Hero collapses onto his knees, from the devastating chill of Death's ever-so-growing presence. He clenches his chattering teeth. "Then why not just leave you here and go on about my journey to slay it myself?"
"Ah, o'foo-lish thing, of flesh and hubris," it wheezes a long, ageful chuckle. "Tell me, what shall you slay without death?"